League of gentlemen star Reece Shearsmith is about to star in a Radio 4 sitcom called Self-Storage, due to start on Septmber 29.

He will play Dave, a divorced man who loses his job and ends up living in a self storage unit.

The show also stars Tom Goodman-Hill, Mark Heap and Susan Earl, and features an appearance by Phil Nichol.

Tom Collinson, who co-wrote the series with Barnaby Power, said: 'At one point I had to move my stuff into a storage unit in East London. It was horrible. A faceless, modern nightmare with rows of pods full of people’s lives.

How exciting! Looking forwards to that a lot. Just hope that with all these new things and new Gents project he doesn't go all thin again, or we'll have to set up a postal campaign of pies and chocolate.

Self-Storage is a sitcom about Dave who, recently dismissed from his job and coming to terms with his marriage break-up, books a pod in a self-storage unit, intending to keep his life possessions there. However, when Dave realises that he hasn't arranged somewhere to stay, he is forced to store himself alongside his stuff.

The Storage Garden is run by Ron, a well-cultured security guard. Also a regular customer is Dave's neighbour, Geoff, who serves as a reminder to Dave of what people can become without regular social interaction. Dave's family, of course, attempts to help him out of his situation, with his sister, Rosie, doing somewhat better than his father. As Dave finds himself stuck in the world between real life and packing crates, he begins thinking back to the break-up of his marriage to Sarah.

Dave is played by Reece Shearsmith (best known as one-third of The League Of Gentlemen); security guard Ron by Tom Goodman-Hill; Dave's neighbour, Geoff, by Mark Heap; Dave's sister by Rosie Cavaliero; his father by Philip Jackson; and his wife, Sarah, by Susan Earl. Also appearing in the series are Phil Nichol and Nadia Kamil.

'And then there is this, the first of six episodes of a sitcom about Dave (Reece Shearsmith) who, jobless and significant other-less, books some space in a storage unit in which to keep his belongings and then, because he has made no arrangements for himself, ends up living there -hence the title. Clever, right? Here he muses upon the futilities of life and pores over the entrails of his failed relationship while paying host to a series of comic visitors. It is a Beckettian examination of the parameters of solitude, with plenty of wry laughs, and God knows we could do with them these days.'